The red sedan chair is elegant and luxurious, with talisman lingering around the sedan chair. The sedan chair is flying rapidly in the air, stable and extremely fast.

The owner of the sedan chair did not show up, but his aura had dispersed. With him as the center, two scrambled men and horses were serving him. The two scrambled men and women were all in red dresses, and they all had extraordinary demeanor.

In addition to this sedan chair, there were about twenty or thirty real people wearing Taoist robes surrounded from all directions. These people were all Tongxuan's cultivation level, and everyone's eyes were focused on Pang Feng. Judging from their eyes, they obviously had a cold sweat for Pang Feng.

"What's wrong? Can't you speak anymore? Since you dare to kill someone here, why don't you even have the courage to speak?" In the sedan chair, the low, cold and arrogant voice sounded again.

At this time, a person flashed out from behind the sedan chair. Seeing this person hunched over and looking ruthless, who was not Roger, who was the majestic Roger before?

Roger, who used to be known as a master, was very popular in the market and was very powerful. But now looking at his appearance, people think of a dog, he is like a dog.

He walked to the front of the sedan chair and said, "Mr. Long, you must make the decision with us! It was this kid who killed my companions. We were all from the young master who invited me to the Dragon Market. This kid wants to kill us indiscriminately. This is not a face for you.

Look at him, even though you know you are coming, you don’t know that you are going to kneel down and apologize. This shows that you are not in your eyes at all!”

Roger lowered his head, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to the person in the sedan chair. His eyes swept towards Pang Feng, his eyes full of resentment.

The man in the sedan chair snorted coldly and said, "Boy in front of you, who are you? Report your name and then kneel down and kowtow in front of me to apologize. I can consider giving you a chance to explain first, otherwise, kill me and not to mention it!"

After the man in the sedan chair finished speaking, his group of followers hurriedly walked in front, looking at their appearance, and each one showed off their might.

The leader's fundamental body is strong and his cultivation is already clear. He glanced at the sky sideways and said coldly: "Boy, have you heard what my young master said? Let's kneel down, why don't you kneel down quickly?"

The many monks around looked at Pang Feng with sympathy. One of the elderly said, "Young man, Young Master Long today, you are still not grateful, do you still want to offend the young master?"

"Yes, young man, this Dragon Market has the rules of the Dragon Market. If you kill someone in anger in this market, you will break the rules. Even if you have a background, it is natural for Mr. Dragon to destroy you. Just surrender!"

Pang Feng looked around and looked at the expressions of the people around him. Then his eyes looked like lightning, and he looked at the red-topped sedan in front of him, and suddenly burst into laughter and said:

"What are you? Let me kneel down? If you are really a character, don't pretend to be hiding your head and tail, show it out and let me see how much you have to be arrogant!"

Pang Feng was furious. He had not encountered such arrogant and domineering existence since he embarked on the path of cultivation.

This person's surname is Long, and this is the Dragon Market. He should have a great relationship with the market, and he may even be the controller of this market and the owner of this secret realm.

But so what?

Pang Feng is still the King of Central Plains. Can the Dragon Pass Secret Realm trap him? The owner of the Dragon Pass Secret Realm really wants to be an enemy of him, and it is still unknown who will win!

When Pang Feng said this, the audience was in a thunderous state and everyone was in a state of disgrace.

Especially the group of followers in the sedan chair, all of them turned green.

The originally quiet sedan chair suddenly felt a restless hurricane inside, and a white figure lifted the curtain and stepped out. Seeing the man wearing cloud boots under his feet, the white robe was spotless, and his long hair was tied up high above his head, his whole body was ancient and ancient, with a particularly fairy-like smell.

His age was indefinitely distinguishable. He seemed to be in his twenties, and he seemed to be in his thirties or forties. His eyes were looking at the sky, and his nostrils were also facing the sky, just like everyone around him was an ant under his feet.

His arrogance emanated from his bones made Pang Feng feel disgusting and uncomfortable!

"What did you say just now? You say it again?" The man in white said coldly, his tone was cold, and the momentum emanating from his body was imposing.

Pang Feng said coldly: "You talk so much nonsense. Don't talk so much nonsense. Let me see how capable you are!"

After Pang Feng finished speaking, his figure flashed and punched the other party hard.

This punch is the Breaking Fist in "The Thirteen Breakings of Clouds". The punch was amazingly powerful. The man in white raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "Okay, since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you!"

"Let me hear it all. This person is killing people in my Dragon Market. I, Long Xuanling, killed this person according to the rules of the world. Fellow Taoists, give me a witness!" The man in white said loudly. Facing Pang Feng's powerful punch, he snorted contemptuously, then raised his hand and palmed it, which looked very freehand. Judging from his posture, he didn't take Pang Feng seriously at all.

Pang Feng snorted coldly in his heart, turning his skills to the peak, and the inheritance of "Eight Inch Power" was integrated into his fists, and the two sides intersected in the air.

"Haha, I dare to show this little skill in front of me..." Long Xuanling laughed contemptuously, because the power transmitted from Pang Feng's fist made him feel too weak.

However, he only said half of his words, and his face suddenly changed.

He raised his brows, and his other hand was instantly put on, and his hands were placed together, and a dull sound broke out in the void, like a muffled thunder.

Then a powerful hurricane was launched, and strange twists appeared in the air like a crushed scroll.

The white-clothed man Long Xuanling took a dozen steps back in the air, while Pang Feng also took a dozen steps back. The first battle between the two sides was almost a draw.

"Hmm?" Long Xuanling raised his eyebrows and his face turned red. He deliberately pretended to be light and freehand, and was preparing to kill Pang Feng easily!

However, Pang Feng's eight-inch force made him pretend to be humiliated instead of being humiliated. The airs he put on was forced to retreat and showed a embarrassed look. His image as a young master can be said to be greatly damaged.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to have some cultivation, hehe, but so what? I will definitely destroy you within ten moves!" Long Xuanling said coldly.

Pang Feng smiled coldly and said, "Will you die if you don't pretend to be bragging? I want to see how you kill me!"

After Pang Feng finished speaking, he punched again. Long Xuanling was a master. Pang Feng had already understood the first move when he fought, but so what? Pang Feng was fighting a master. The other party’s cultivation was too low, so he still felt it was boring!

More importantly, he suddenly thought that Wei Mo brought him to the Dragon Pass Secret Realm, and it was very likely that he wanted to touch Long Xuanling!
Chapter completed!